I stayed in Friday night and relaxed. I watched my shows from Thursday night that I missed. I didn’t realize that Joey and Will and Grace were reruns, so that kind of made me happy that I didn’t miss anything, but still sad that I didn’t get to see anything new. I was SHOCKED at The Apprentice. I wonder if they are going to rearrange the teams again, and how they are going to play out the full season with 3 less people to fire. I guess were going to get another one of those recap and extras shows.
I watched a good French movie, À Cause D’un Garçon (You’ll Get Over It), about a boy who gets outed at high school. It’s the typical gay coming out movie, but it was still good. Much better than most American gay movies… ugh… man those suck.
Saturday I got up and had intentions to do something, but it just didn’t happen. I stayed in all day (except to go grocery shopping, which totally doesn’t count as an activity) and didn’t do anything that I can really remember. I did watch another movie, a Dutch movie, called Antonia’s Line. It was very good, a little bizarre, but I like that.
I went to Eric’s party, which was fun, and thankfully Andy showed up like a minute after me, so I had someone to hang out with. We played pool and he kicked my butt, but then that’s not really a shock because I really suck at pool. We played ping-pong and I’d say we were about equal in there; we both sucked. Like most people I play with, we have to hit the ball to each other to keep the volley going. Then we played air hockey and it was an intense game, but I kicked his butt. We were both sweaty and worn out by the time the game ended.
There were some cute boys at the party, but nobody that I just had to have. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood to shop? We hung around until about 10:45 chatting with each other and semi-mingling. I wish I had remembered to bring my camera because there were some great costumes. I also could have taken some pics of the cute boys, in case later I decided I wanted one.
I went to RCC and was disappointed at the turn out. It was busy, and busier than a normal Saturday, but not as busy as last year. My normal dance partners, Thomas and Mark, weren’t out so I had to dance with other people. You know how I don’t like new people! Luckily Michael, Dustin, and Doug were out, and this other guy (who’s name I have forgotten) asked me to dance, so I had some fun partners.
The other guy was a blast to waltz with. I don’t usually have a fun waltz partner, or someone that can even keep up. I kept seeing someone taking pictures of us while we were dancing, like all hanging over the railing snapping lots of pics. I figured it must have been someone he knew, so I asked him about it later and he said it was his brother. He’s going to send me the pics, and I can’t wait to see them!
Towards the end of the night my left knee started hurting from all the dancing. I had been dancing non-stop for a little over two hours and my knee was starting to feel like it was going to explode. I took a few breaks and even sat down, and it would go away for a little while, but came right back when I danced again. It was getting to where I was hobbling off the dance floor and couldn’t even stand.
Just like usual, I’m an idiot, and I kept pushing it and dancing even though I was in horrible pain. So by the time I got into bed last night, I couldn’t even move my left leg without excruciating pain. I had to sleep on my back with my leg straight out, and any time I moved I would wake up screaming. Ok, not really screaming, but close.
I can’t walk now. I can’t bend it or straighten it without pain. I’m a cripple. It sucks, but I did it to myself (as usual) so I can’t really complain too much about it. I’m supposed to have lunch with M.Lo in about an hour. Going down those three flights of stairs is going to be hell, but not nearly as bad as it will be coming back up them. I just hope I didn’t do any permanent damage to it. If it’s still hurting Tuesday, I’ll go to a doctor.

My weekend consisted mainly of shopping. It was pretty good. I found out where the nearest Super Target and Best Buy are ….. so life is good again.
Until last night. My b/f was acting weird. I finally asked him if he was on crack. Is that sad that you live with someone, and have to ask if they are on crack?
Then, like I do, I got quiet (which every ex-b/f knows means that Mark is disturbed about something –like the thought of his new co-habitant being on crack). Is that sad to live with someone and they don’t even know what it means when you get quiet? I’m not MAD, I’m DISTURBED.
The only spin on things is I drank while I was at bowling….so my perception might have been askew.
And today….the post-quiet blah’s.
Hope your knee is feeling better.
Left by Mark on October 31st, 2005